Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Lloyd Bank's singin',
You betta tell your boy to keep his closed,
Or he gon' get a tux,
And a wake,
How my bow tie lookin'?,
You ready?,
go.

When I see Lloyd Banks goin', (down, down)
If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, well)
rifle,
And i'm on sight so,
Ski mask, i'm psycho,
My gun got scope.

Two in the leg em, (down, down)
Thirty feet away he fell, (down, oooh well)
Touch kids Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You wanna gamble your life,
die slow.

Now casket goin', (down, down)
Yayo tried to run,
I him, (down, oooh well)
I hate the Jakes,
Pat him take his cake,
He be a clown nigga,
as well paint his face.

And how I get, (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit i'm not (down, oooh well)
Used to ride em',
Slice up the pie em',
Got out the group,
'cause I gon' die wit' em'.

And how it went, (down, down)
At Hot 97 we came, (down, well)
Had Thirty wit' me,
Niggas that the Dickies,
out of cabs,
We just want to to 50.

We wanna know goin' (down, down)
Security pulled it went, (down, oooh well)
Had to the block,
I ain't tryna' the cops,
a couple shots,
Then I the shell cases drop.

P-nut to get, (down, down)
I looked and saw my nigga goin', (down, oooh well)
I said,"homie we can't em'",
What if my dyin',
as we hit Houston then,
We police sirens.

Oh shit!, goin', (down, down)
Guns out, they him to get, (down, oooh well)
He on knees,
Blood out his jeans,
Catch 22 should I go to or flee the scene.

way it's goin', (down, down)
So I in the truck and went, (down, oooh well)
Broadway in a suburban,
One on my mind,
Go hard til' them get murdered.

'cause he to get my nigga shot, (down, down)
But he survived and now he goin' (down, well)
To the station,
at the Double-U waitin'
On me to arrive and now I shake em'.

They wanna a nigga, (down, down)
We on the same goin', (down, oooh well)
fitted,
Got the lean,
So they ain't me,
Now mad as fuck,
And watch my Range Rover leave.

Hit the 95 and head, (down, down)
It's to Philly so i can lay it, (down, well)
Catch the first smoking back the L-A-X,
up my Air Nikes,
Then I the whole flight.

Had a about it goin', (down, down)
up and saw my plane comin', (down, oooh well)
Missed the trees,
everyday,
New my second home,
But i'm in L.A.

And i shit, (down, down)
The throne was empty so I sat, (down, well)
And handled my biz,
Theres two sides to every story,
And I tell it like it is.

And how it went, (down, down)
On my son that's all went, (down, oooh well)
So stop tellin' lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines,
And radio stations you know what happened.

Me and Banks aint, (down, down)
Keep talkin' shit, lay you, (down, oooh well)

You ran out the backdoor nigga,
All I to do was holla man,
To see was what.

was too fuckin' scared to come, (down, down)
You've to Compton, you know how I get, (down, oooh well)
So y'all nigga,
And it's that,
For life.